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When he looked into her eyes, Oliver felt the deeply-rooted instincts of a thousand generations of zebras all crying out at once. He stared deep into the golden depths of the lioness' feline gaze, watching as those slitted pupils expanded, warning of an attack that never quite came. Maybe she was just thinking about it. It would have been so easy. She was bigger than him, stronger than him, and so much more vicious, at least in bed. They'd only been dating for a few weeks, but already she knew exactly what he liked. In front of his family, she was the sweetest, most innocent kitty, and he was pretty sure his parents even approved of their relationship. But alone with him, she was a snarling, even drooling beast, flashing her fangs in his face while she pinned him to the bed, holding him in place awhile just to let him swell and twitch for her. With her face all scrunched up like that, she hardly even looked like the same person anymore.

Ollie had to admit the naughty nature of their private time was turning him on all the more. Somehow his new girlfriend had been dragged into one of those silly family gatherings, and she didn't even complain about it. She was such a little angel when she introduced herself to Ollie's zebra parents. She answered questions, made conservation, and generally made herself a welcome presence in the family home despite the distinct clash in species. They sat together and nibbled baked treats and giggled, and now and then he looked up to see his mom or dad looking over with a little smile of approval. And then a little whisper in his ear as things quieted down, and they took the opportunity to sneak off together to one of the spare bedrooms, her paw clamped over his mouth to keep him from braying out with excitement as she groped his butt and pushed him along, seductively spelling out all the things she was going to do to him once they were alone.

"I wanna make you cum in me where someone might catch us ..." she told him. "Let's go balls-deep and make it dangerous."

He couldn't have said he'd never seen her like that. She was always like that. Every night seemed like a new surprise. She never let him take it easy. Whether it was a new position, a new part of their little apartment to fuck in, or she was just acting more aggressive and forceful than usual, he couldn't help but get the sense that she was building up to something. What that might have been, he really had no idea. His instincts might have been going wild every time they were intimate, but that was normal, he was sure. That lingering internal scream of_danger, danger_ simply enhanced all the good feelings, making him hornier than ever. He trembled beneath her but his cock was flexing and pulsing until it felt as if it might burst, frightfully rigid, his veins taut, medial ring bulging and solid. All she had to do was give him a little glimpse of a threat, a hint at what she could really do to him if she wanted, and he was ready to cream for her. And that was exactly what she was doing, her claws glossing along his black-striped hide, her hot breath blowing over his enraptured face while she kept her fangs on full display. One good bite, and she could end him. He was completely under her seductively predatory spell, and nothing could break him out of it.

When she leaned down to press her lips to the inside of one of his perked ears, her voice was wet with lusty rumbles, almost growling right into his skull.

"You're such a delicious little treat, Ollie. Those sweet blue eyes looking up at me, those gorgeous stripes - you have no idea what that does to me."

He probably had some idea, but he couldn't say much more. Not when she was already mounting him, slipping smoothly up that glossy black tower of his dick, sliding to the tip and engulfing it all in one smooth, elegant motion. She moved like a living liquid, adding elegance to the simplest of motions, using her body language in ways he couldn't even begin to comprehend. All he knew was that she turned him on so much he wanted to just throw himself at her every moment of the day sometimes, and it all came to a head as she sank down slickly on his shaft, plunging it inside her without so much as hesitating. She'd learned to adjust to the size, but it still brought a growl out of her sometimes. Other times, a yowl, like the one that spilled out of her once she was halfway down that shiny zebra cock, quickly pursing her lips to keep that sound from spreading to the entire party.

Ollie's eyes opened wide as he heard it, as brief as it might have been. His whole family was out there - parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, all of them. If they got caught right then it would have been awfully hard to explain, even if they were both adults who could do what they wanted. But he didn't bother to worry about that when she leaned in close and opened her jaws up wide, giving him the closest look at her throat he'd ever seen, lioness breath washing through his senses and clearing out all the fuss, all the worry to focus solely on her body. She felt incredible wrapped around his dick like that, clenching, contracting, dripping lusty juices while she rode him and kissed him and sucked on half his face at once. Those jaws were pretty flexible, he found himself thinking. He wondered if ...

At least he had an excuse for not hearing the approach. Reba probably should have sensed it, but it was too late. He was just slipping to balls deep within his girlfriend when the door came swinging open suddenly. On the other side wasn't another zebra - instead it was another lioness. This one walked on all fours, gazing in with an expression that quickly turned from surprise, to amusement, to something more fierce than Ollie had ever seen her wear. Then there went the pupils. They expanded for a split second before that older cat suddenly lunged herself forward, throwing her body weight into Reba and taking her tumbling from the bed and right down to the floor in an instant.

It all moved too fast for Ollie to even really perceive. All he knew was the sudden shocking feeling of a wet lioness cunt schlurking off his cock with no warning whatsoever was enough to leave him crying out, but he didn't rise from his place, instead just staring in awe and definitely no small amount of fear as the two big cats tussled and growled and wriggled together until Reba was flat on her back and the quadruped feline was staring down at her, paws planted flat on her chest. She didn't seem to be struggling exactly. The sounds they made might have made him think differently, if he didn't know them to be the playful, even affectionate lion noises. And Reba was making most of them. There was no clawing or biting, no real fight. Everything was going precisely how they both wished - they just felt the need to be a little violent about it, as lions did. Only then did Carol look over at Ollie, who quickly broke into a flustered apology, trying in vain to turn over and hide that big equine dick from her sight.

"Ahhh, Aunt Carol! I didn't mean to - we're not - I mean, we were just ..."

"Oh, Ollie. My favourite nephew. It's perfectly alright. Urges are urges, even in polite company! Do close the door, will you? I'd like to get to know your girlfriend here."

Her face was a mask of playfulness and flirtiness all at once. His cock definitely wasn't getting any softer.

"Uh ... oh! Alright!"

He didn't even manage to get up on his hooves to do so, instead crawling across the room with his dick thumping up against his belly, throbbing away as the much bigger lioness made herself comfortable atop the younger of the pair. Reba wiggled at first, as if by instinct, but she was soon greeting that old cat with a smile of her own. There simply was no resisting Carol's auntie charm.

"Well. And here I thought I was the only cat in the family. I didn't see you around at lunch today."

"Oh, I was a little late, as ever. But I knew as soon as I caught the scent. Not that I mind, of course. He is scrumptious, isn't he?"

She flashed her sweetest auntie smile to him as he crawled back into bed. It seemed the logical thing to do. That look made him ball up in a squirmy bundle of shyness and arousal all at once. Then she gave him a nod.

"Just relax yourself a while, sweetie. Do try not to go off while you watch. Aunt Carol will be with you shortly."

That wasn't going to be easy, but he was compelled to obey her when she gave him that certain look. It was far from an aggressive one. Just a little tip of her head, a warm smile, and a wink, and he was all hers. Though she never said he couldn't touch himself, so he went right ahead and very lightly stroked his spire, gently fingering along the details but being extra careful not to blow his load. It took all his focus, given the sight laid out before him. Not only was his big quad auntie pinning down his girlfriend, their tufted tails lashing all around as they started each other down, but soon they were smooching too. He watched as they met each other's lips, the younger of the two throwing her arms over the feral's shoulders so they could lock tighter into that deep, slobbery kiss. He didn't even know Reba liked girls, but by the way they were soon exchanging tongues, it was undeniable. The rumbles rattled out of their bodies, filling the room with feline sounds while he just trembled and fought against the urge to just jerk himself wildly to the sight. He probably could have made himself cum in seconds, but that would have meant distracting himself from the rest of the show.

Carol dipped her tongue down along the other lioness' naked body, slathering along Reba's neck, licking her throat smoothly then moving on to her breasts. Those, she slurped before outright sucking, slipping one of those plump kitty tits into her mouth as kneading it a while. That was enough to get a good yowl out of Reba, squirming away but certainly not trying to escape. Carol wasn't letting her up anyway. One paw remained firmly planted on the young cat's shoulder to keep her right where she was, stretched out on the floor as she got pleasured by the older, more experienced cat. That broad lion tongue scratched and scraped down along Reba's belly as Carol delved down deeper, leaving those breasts coated in her saliva. Ollie watched his girlfriend twitching as she got kissed down to the navel, then along her belly, slowly cresting between her thighs as Carol shoved her whole big head down there and simply puffed her breath over the other lioness' pussy.

That got a toothy rowl from Reba, who curled her toes and kicked her legs a few times, muscles spasming uncontrollably just to have the first hint of stimulation there. Carol hadn't even licked yet. When she did, Reba had to clap a hand over her own mouth to keep her pleasured snarls from escalating into a full roar. Surely someone would have come running if they heard that, and she didn't want anyone to interrupt her time with this new, hidden relative of Ollie's. In time, Carol pushed that hand aside and replaced it with her entire paw, smothering it over Reba's face to keep her relatively silent as she started eating that sweet young thing out like she would a feast. A rich, messy slather of her tingly tongue over Reba's puffy cunt meant there was still some noise slipping out from beneath that paw, some sharp shrieks escaping Reba while she got pleasured to the point of gushing - and it wasn't even a climax yet.

Her juices mixed thickly with Carol's saliva while the big cat licked her inside and out, dragging that harsh texture over her sensitive clit over and over again until Reba's eyes were rolling back beneath that great big paw while she lost herself in the rising ecstasy that came with those fiercely generous slurps. Over and over they came, washing over her like hot, steamy waves as Carol puffed between her thighs, cleaning up those juices and adding a drooly mess of her own as her spit flowed thicker thanks to all the flavours she lapped up in the process of eating the other lioness out. Ollie let a naughty thought wander into his mind, even if it made his blush more intense just to think it - he wondered if any of his own taste lingered behind.

"You are very tasty, young thing. How does that feel?"

Carol spoke between her slurps, letting her paw up for just a few moments to allow Reba to respond. The lioness couldn't get much out other than an extended moan, one that blended into a sultry rumble as it rolled through her body, making her buck her hips, grind up towards that heated tongue, her sex steaming with the lust wafting off of her, the mess trickling down the inside of her thighs. The scent was making Ollie bite his lip. The rich lioness pheromones swimming through the room were more potent than any he'd ever breathed before. And he'd been pinned beneath Reba's pussy plenty of times. That left only one possible explanation, really. Carol was enjoying herself just as much as Reba.

"That's a girl. Now, don't worry about a thing. Lie back and relax. Let Auntie Carol spoil you a while."

Whether or not she was really Reba's aunt hardly mattered. She was everyone's aunt, and that meant being generous, even in the case of cunnilingus. Pushing her tongue inside that clenching sex was enough to bring another scream out of Reba, a shrill, haunting noise that was about the polar opposite from a roar. It remained mostly silenced by those big, squishy pads, but it was enough to make Ollie shudder slightly. For some reason, those higher sounds always intimidated him more than the thunderous rumbles his girlfriend made around him. The deeper sounds were friendly, affectionate, content. Those yowls meanwhile sounded simply unhinged, fully feral, like she was losing control of herself. And in those moments, she really was, much more so than even the quadruped, but there was enough focus left in her pleasure-drunk mind to get her thick thighs up and around Carol's neck, throwing them over the feral's shoulders so she could pull herself even close to that sloppy muzzle, taking all the pleasure she possibly could as those lips mashed up against her pussy, scratchy tongue fully penetrating her to the point Carol was nearly licking her womb. It couldn't have possibly been any more thorough. The big cat licked every single detail of that clenching, flooding sex until the eruption was simply inevitable. She forced the other cat to climax for her, and she simply refused to let it be modest.

Reba was soon rocking bodily as a toe-clenching, lip-biting, eye-rolling orgasm trembled through her every muscle, leaving her twitching madly as if she were about to ascend into a new form. It was slightly frightening to watch. Ollie had certainly never made her cum like that. Her sounds remained masked by that soft paw, but he could feel them. They resonated through the room, shaking the very foundations of the house with the bass-heavy blast of aggressive pleasure. Reba squirted for that older lady, making a great, slathered mess of her muzzle, painting down her features in the shiny juices of her release. She convulsed her way through it all, twitching, clenching, pulling up tight around Carol's tongue to keep hold of it for at least a few good moments. Only after she'd glsshed out enough of a mess to compare to one of Ollie's own finishes, masking Carol in a satisfying layer of fresh femcum. It steamed in silence for a while, the cats panting together once Reba was finally free of that paw and able to breathe. They huffed, they gasped, and they rumbled. That sound mixed in with the utterly tantalizing schliccck of the older lioness licking along her lips, sending some droplets of mixed feline fluids flinging across the room to coat the floor and walls alike. Then she spoke.

"I know, of course, all about your plan. Very bold, at a gathering like this one." She leaned in closer to Reba's face, exchanging huffing breaths with her. The wet whispers from her lips were so soft that Ollie couldn't hear them. "Don't get me wrong! I think that's very cute. But I saw him first."

Reba took on a sly smirk, tipping her head to the side once she'd caught her breath.

"Oh is that so? And just what is an old cat like you going to - hmmf."

In the span of a few seconds, Carol had stretched her jaws open wide and lunged forth to engulf her entire face in the slippery embrace of her intensely hot, humid jaws. Her drooly maw squelched about the younger lioness' features as she worked her way along to suck in Reba's whole head, slipping and sliding with methodical, seemingly non-aggressive motions. It was all routine, just stuffing that other cat into her mouth, slipping her head into her throat, and starting to gulp loudly around her without so much as a change in her demeanour. Her muscles didn't tense, and she didn't snarl for a second. It was more like she was cleaning something up from the floor rather than devouring someone alive. Ollie wondered why Reba didn't even seem to react, but he was just as stunned, left mid-stroke as he watched his girlfriend getting eaten by his bigger, more ravenous aunt. It was only when her face was bulging in the other lioness' gullet that Reba snapped to attention and took stalk of her situation. It wasn't panic so much as sheer confusion that took over, leaving her to twitch and squirm in a muddled way. She had no knowledge of how to act in such a situation. Lions didn't get eaten. Especially not by other lions.

Just when she thought to get her hands up and defend herself, to shove or even claw at Carol, the big quad got her jaws down around her shoulders and ensured that wasn't an option. As casual as her consuming process might have looked, there was power there. She gripped about the young cat's body to the point those gullet muscles nearly dislocated her shoulders when they squeezed down all around that wider part of her. It was nothing so painful, though. A long, smooth slide into the darkness and the heat left Reba drenched and helpless, still wriggling plenty but far too overwhelmed by the cavernous depths wrapped around her to do much of anything. A little more of her disappeared with every single gulp, sucking her down with wet, heavy swallows that kneaded tight around her form. Ollie's jaw dropped a little deeper for every inch of his girlfriend that vanished before his eyes, every detail that he almost certainly would never see again. He saw a faint outline of her face all wrapped up snug in Carol's neck before vanishing into her jaws, and heard those startled sounds of protest or maybe just questioning how it was even possible that such a thing could happen to her.

Ollie didn't know what he should have been doing. He didn't move, and at least part of it was out of fear. Watching that predatory display was setting off even more warning bells than Reba had ever given him, and he felt as if he was in some sort of serious danger should Carol change her mind and direct her appetite towards him instead. Or maybe he was next, but that seemed unlikely. He was pretty sure she couldn't possibly get the whole lioness inside her, especially not in one piece. Yet she kept on working, kept swallowing her way along Reba's middle, kneading her lips down those taut muscles. Ollie had always admired just how firm and athletic his girlfriend was - but that strength and agility couldn't do much when she was trapped in that slobbery grip of an older, bigger, hungrier cat, tugged deep and massaged from head to chest to belly by relentless peristalsis.

Carol might not have been the most imposing of lionesses, sometimes to the point Ollie forgot she even was one. She was chubby, she spoke softly, she never seemed to move too quickly except for what he'd just seen her do. But she knew how to swallow. Mmf gave way to glurk, the sloppy schluck and slurp of devouring an entire person the wettest thing Olvier had ever heard. There was something undeniably lewd about that chorus of drooly mouth sounds filling the room, the steady slip and slide of saliva-coated mawflesh over Reba's bare body making for a cacophony not unlike some intense, messy sex. The zebra bit his lip hard just observing it all, the curious thoughts in his head so loud he worried that Carol might somehow overhear them. He wondered what it felt like to be inside her throat.

He couldn't tell if Reba was giving up, or perhaps just succumbing to the heat around her. Maybe she was even suffocating. Whatever it was, she wasn't giving much of a struggle or even a reaction at all. He saw her rubbing her thighs together, saw that bright sheen of juices over her sex, and then her hips slipped tightly into the embrace of Carol's open mouth. She squeezed down tight, sending off some streams of spit as if squeezing the water out of a sponge. Drooling and lightly gnawing over Reba's ass was the only reprieve Carol offered in the middle of her meal, pressing those long canines down onto the firm, tawny cheeks of the other cat's ass to toy with those cushy curves for just a little while. Slowly waving her head back and forth, she raised Reba up and up, titling back, pulling the smaller feline from the floor to keep her locked in those hungering jaws. Every little nod Carol gave, all nonchalant and smooth, sucked a little more lioness into her gullet, feeding her into the slimy pit of her stomach, dunking her face first into digestives that hotly awaited her arrival. Not that any of that detail was obvious from the outside. Ollie could only trace the path of that bulge descending with his eyes wide open, his jaw gaped, his whole body frozen but for the constant twitching of his cock. By then, precum was leaking all the way down to his balls, spiralling along the thickest of his veins as they swelled out with the taut pressure thrumming through his whole shaft.

The only time sweet old Aunt Carol showed any sign of aggression was in that moment, her prey three-quarters of the way down her throat, just those paws sticking out between her dark lips. She gave a surprisingly vicious toss of her head to finish off her meal, whipping Reba's legs up into the air with enough force to send some pops through her joints. Then it was just a matter of sucking her down, letting her fall down into the humid prison that awaited her, her gut sagging and swinging with the added weight, stretching down to touch just between her hind legs until she lowered herself onto her haunches. Ollie was left to watch as the very last of his girlfriend disappeared into his aunt. Gulp and slurp and suck she went, her tufted tail giving a few last wiggles between Carol's lips until it was so deeply drenched with drool that it was like a paintbrush. One more good swallow and that was it. She was gone, dipped down into the swinging confines of Carol's fattened gut, pushing out beneath the existing pudge to make her round and plump as her belly hugged up tight around her prey, silencing all protests, smothering out any semblance of breathable air. The process of digestion noisily revved up upon her arrival, greeting her with the galoshing churn of juices trickling in from all sides. To Carol, it was just a matter of proudly patting a paw atop that bulge and shooting her nephew her sweetest of smiles. Until she belched in his direction anyway.

That was what finally roused him from that statue-like state. He gasped as he felt the lioness' breath hit him. It felt as if it was breathable lava, the hottest thing imaginable. And there was still a little bit of Reba's scent wafting along on that belch, too. She was in there. That nondescript shape stretching out Carol's middle was the only sign of Reba. By the sounds of those steady, undulating gurgles, she wasn't getting out of there alive. A few weeks dating Ollie, and she was already becoming part of the family, for good. The big lioness sat happily on her haunches for a time, grooming her paws and licking her lips, her gaze rarely leaving Ollie. That zebra dared stroke himself a few times while his auntie did some post-meal tidying, ever the fastidious feline. Then she stretched herself out, seeming to briefly elongate to twice her usual length as she pushed those front legs out as far as they could go, crawling up and hopping into the bed right along with her stripey, horny nephew. It might have even technically counted as a pounce, but one in slow motion, hampered as she was by her big, satisfying meal. It sloshed about and showed some faint signs of squirming as she moved, dragging along the bed as Carol crawled over and pushed Ollie down flat on his back. Her weight made her a good blanket when she wasn't dragging around a recent meal. With Reba in her stomach, she was like a whole pile of covers.

Ollie could feel her, even touch her. He couldn't figure out which part of the lioness he was rubbing while he reached to knead at Carol's gut, but there was a shape, a bulge pressing back against his fingers, one that still faintly moved despite the rampant gworgles rumbling out from deep within the older cat. He massaged his auntie in silence for a time while she sprawled herself over him, and when he opened his mouth to speak she quieted him with a broad lick across his face. It almost hurt, with that scratchy tongue of hers, but he didn't complain. He took it as an indication to close his mouth and just let her do whatever she wished. It turned out that involved laboriously hauling herself up once more, her sagging gut jiggling with even the slightest of motions. He looked up just in time to see her turn herself around, giving him a look beneath her flagged tail as she lowered her haunches down directly on his face. There was plenty of weight to keep him pinned and smothered, his equine lips kissing up against her pussy briefly but soon slipping upwards until he was buried there kissing her ass. She wasn't letting up, and those slow, sensual grinding motions just told him exactly what he needed to be doing. A firm lick got that happy rumble from her. He wasn't sure if lionesses could purr, but it sure sounded close to one, vibrating down over his features while he ate her ass and she digested his girlfriend.

"Mmmm. Now that was a good meal. Sorry about your lovely lady, Ollie. But I simply couldn't let her have you all to herself."

He wanted to ask her all kinds of questions. Namely, how did she know, despite never meeting Reba herself? And was Reba really going to do it? He always knew that part of all that teasing was true, that his girlfriend really did want to eat him someday. He just figured he'd somehow manage to keep avoiding that particular circumstance, no matter how many times he was alone with her when she was in a mood. Well, he was safe now. There wasn't any movement in Carol's belly anymore, but for the constant churning and sloshing around of all that meat, processing that other lion into pudge pound by pound. He wondered if that was even good for her. Lions weren't supposed to eat lions were they? Carol had quite the appetite at family gatherings, though he'd certainly never seen her swallow a person. She could probably handle a little cannibalism. Those thoughts rolled around in his head, but on the outside he was all business, working to service and pleasure that predatory cat as she softened that young meal within her stomach and rumbled all over his nephew. She even spoiled him with a few tantalizing licks to his cock while he worked.

"Such a virile young man you are! You're every bit the stallion as any zebra I've met. Did she ever manage to go all the way down on it?"

Of course, he was in no position to answer, so he just kept licking, working from the big cat's taint up to the very base of her tail, slathering along her rim with every stroke. He breathed when he could, but his focus was solely on pleasuring that big, rumbly cat, using those steady glorps as inspiration. Surely she had no more room after eating a whole lioness, but it was still a stern reminder of her power, of her hunger. It could have just as easily been him in there, or him inside Reba if ol' Carol never came along. Every slurp was his thanks for saving him - even if the prospect of ending up inside a tawny lioness gut was one that made his cock pulse a little harder, rigid beyond rigid, almost painfully swollen by the time she worked her lips up to the tip and spread them as if to suck. That was already too much, too good, too warm, too wet, too everything. A whimper beneath her and he was off, his flare expanding as cum pumped hot and thick through the whole length of his cock, spurting up into her open mouth and slightly over her face as it shot out with all the pressure of an unkinked hose. Those jets spattered richly in the back of her throat, leaving her to gulp and guzzle, hardly hesitating to start drinking the zebra's jizz right from the tap. It made for a nice, creamy dessert to go with her big meal. The thought that he was cumming onto his girlfriend just kept him flowing, kept him milking out every single drop he could possibly provide her, and it all went straight down sweet Aunt Carol's throat.

She softly chuckled once he was finished, giving him a little smooch on the tip that made him jolt and recoil in shock before she turned herself around once more. That meant popping free of the slopping kiss he was giving her asshole, leaving her all nice and coated in drool beneath the tail. Settling down alongside her nephew, she laid one big foreleg over his chest, making it slightly difficult to recover his breath, and cuddled up alongside him. That meant taking up the whole bed, sagging it down beneath the collective weight of her whole big self and her meal. He was sweating, huffing, and slightly sore after staying hard for that long, but she was so soft and warm he couldn't resist a friendly snuggle. A smooch on his cheek turned into a deeper one on his lips, her tongue entering his mouth just briefly before she withdrew, flashing him a toothy grin that was somehow entirely devoid of threat.

"Such a hair trigger! Did seeing your auntie gobble your girlfriend up get you all excited?"

"I think so ..." he faintly said, barely above a whisper, as if someone might hear.

"That's good enough for me. Now, get comfy! We're going to have a nap."

"A nap?" He looked up to her in confusion, but she was already settling in alongside him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. between his shoulder and chin. "It's still the middle of the day. We just had lunch. Or ... dinner in your case, I guess."

"Humph! Clearly you weren't with that pretty cat for long or you'd know better! Any time is a good time for a nap, if you're a lion. Now close those peepers already. I don't plan to move from this bed for quite some time, and you make a very nice pillow."

Well, there was no arguing with a lioness, full or not. He was just going to have to lie there and enjoy the warmth of her body against his own, listening to the oddly soothing sounds of steady digestion rumbling away where her gut was pressed against his hip. It was almost enough to make him firm up once more, his cock giving a curious little twitch, but he couldn't handle any more stimulation after all that. His balls were numb, and his head was spinning. But she was a comforting presence, her vibrating body ever so soft for stroking and cuddling against, his head resting atop her own as he listened to her breathing slowing to a steady, sleepy pace. He wasn't sure how long they'd get away with snoozing naked together like that without any sort of interruption, but he didn't let such worries keep him from a good, deep sleep. He fell to dreams as if suddenly stepping into an empty elevator shaft, plunging straight into a powerful nap worthy of any feline.

When he awoke, she wasn't in bed with him. Of course a sneaky lion like her could crawl away from a sleeping zebra without waking him. She hadn't gone far, stretching and yawning there at the foot of the bed, just in front of his hooves. He sat up sharply, startled by the thump of his own cock against his belly. They weren't clear in his memory anymore, but apparently he'd been having pleasant dreams. Or maybe she'd snuck a lick or two in while he was sleeping. Either way, he was hard, squirmingly so, left pursing his lips and whimpering just a bit. It only got harder. Looking over to that pudgy cat, he took immediate notice of just how much smaller her belly had grown in the course of that extended nap. All stretched out like that, he got a good look at her softened form, at all the extra squish and padding she'd packed on after digesting that other lioness for however long it'd been. He felt as if he'd slept the entire night in her cozy embrace, and the light coming through the window wasn't indication of much. When she saw him looking she gave him that kind smile, winking in his direction again.

"Well good morning to you, perky. Had some pleasant dreams, I take it?"

He shyly smiled back, looking down at his cock as if he thought to somehow hide it.

"Ah. I guess so, heh."

"Mm, well. You're free to stick around a little longer, but I'm not sure if you'll enjoy this show's conclusion. Or maybe you will! I cast no judgment."

He wasn't sure exactly what she meant for all of three seconds. That was long enough for her to turn tail, squat down in a deep arch, and lift her tail high. He found himself thinking, really, right there on the floor? But where else was a lioness supposed to do it? It wouldn't have been easy for her to use a toilet, and after a meal like that, the finale was far too urgent for her to casually trot outside. No, this was the most convenient and private option, which meant that he was just going to have to sit right where he was and watch that older lioness shit his girlfriend out in front of him. There was nothing recognizable in the solid mess squeezing out from beneath Carol's lifted tail, but for the faintest traces of bones or fur. Certainly nothing that clearly indicated it was in fact Reba who she was dumping out. It could have been anything, or anyone else. But somehow Ollie knew exactly who it was, and that thought made him move his hands without even thinking, as if he'd simply been taken over by some outside force. He started stroking himself.

Carol wasn't watching him while she did her business, so he could get away with a few quick rubs without her noticing. He wasn't about to just jerk off to the sight of his own relative relieving herself, or at least that was what he told himself. When he caught himself getting carried away, he gripped the base of his dick tightly and held his breath, hoping that might somehow help. All it did was up the tension, leaving him groaning as Carol finished that extended dump. That great mound of shit left behind was truly impressive, all solid and embedded with the broken up fragments of what used to be an entire skeleton. One lioness, churned and processed by another older, more experienced fellow member of her species, added to the padding that already jiggled plenty at the best of times. Carol was a chubby kitty even when she wasn't recently fed, but after digesting Reba whole, she was outright fat. Her gut stuck out the sides of her haunches as she got back to her paws and started trotting away from the mess as casually as could be. But of course she didn't depart without shooting her nephew another wink.

"That takes care of that. Do come visit me anytime, sweetie! I'd love to spoil you a little!"

Whether that offer had any sort of sexual implications or not, he really didn't know. Maybe she just wanted to make him a nice dessert and fuss over him like an auntie did. She might not have looked like one, but she was still a member of his family, and that meant caring for him. Even if he was still pretty certain she'd been considering eating him for a while. There was no sense fearing such a thing - if she wanted to do it, she would do it, and there was no amount of anxiety over it that would have saved him. He wouldn't see it coming. And then he'd just be a pile of lion shit like his own girlfriend, all thick and towering where it was coiled up on the floor, slowly drying as the steam rose off the accumulation of mess. He scooted a little closer on the bed, not too close, just enough to get a better look at what had come out of the lioness, what used to be another big cat, only a day before, or less. His body told him to do that, acting in such strange ways, barely under his own control anymore. He wasn't sure what his own fascination with a mound of waste might have been, and he certainly didn't expect to cum at the sight of it.

It wasn't even a matter of rubbing himself. His cock just went off, suddenly flexing tight and leaving him spurting, gushing, hosing down the whole room with that high-pressure zebra jizz until he got a hold of his shaft. It pulsed and thumped in his grasp, barely contained. He needed somewhere to point it, and that mess just seemed to make logical sense. If someone walked in right then he would have had a whole lot of explaining to do, cumming all over the mass of shit that used to be his girlfriend, one just squeezed out by his kindly aunt right in front of him. He tossed his head back and closed his eyes, trying not to think about how crude a thing he was doing, unloading all over that dark mountain to leave it plastered in his seed, more and more with every moment. A few rubs ensured he got a proper equine load out on that mess, and he finally trickled to a rest with a gasp and an extended whimper. Sinking to the bed again, he didn't bother to move. There was a lot he'd just learned about himself in a single day. As for how much of it was just being a zebra, and how much was unique to his own depraved little mind, he didn't know. But at least he could rest easy to know he had an auntie who wouldn't judge him for all his wildest urges. Even if acting on some of them was going to mean he was drastically increasing the odds of someday ending up as lion chow. Family was family, but lions were always still lions, no matter how much they cared.